I don't want to regret the stuff I never said

Or the chance we never get

Is it special or easy, am I free or am

I anywhere near your neck



Fuck it I locked it I lost it again

Fuck it I locked it I lost it again

Maybe you save it for your rainy day

Maybe you change it with nothing to say



Fuck it lock it I can't say, fuck it lock it lock it away

I think I'm going mad (from the) tiny writing on my hands



My test is subtle and yours is so mean

She tells me to do it in room seventeen

It all comes together and it all falls apart

There's room in your closet and stuff in your heart

Anywhere near your neck



It arouses past to present

Like a happy little accident and I'm waiting like a thunderling

And I'm waiting wanna go over the edge



Coffins are shining above your ceiling

Nicola Radcliffe is understanding